Her  heart bereft, she gave me a dark look

A  homeless woman crouched in bitter  cold
Her face was clean, her entire body  shook
Trembling  in the wind, so rough and bold

Though she was young quite soon she would look old
Her  heart bereft she gave me a  dark look
A  homeless woman crouched in bitter  cold

Was she the sheep that left the fold
That Jesus would not leave to fate  so bleak?
She trembles  in the wind, so rough and bold

A coat I’ll bring tomorrow,I’m appalled.
With her   childlike hand she touched my cheek
A  homeless woman crouched in bitter  cold

Then a humble  Cross between her fingers showed
A flame glowed in her eye, a golden streak
Trembling  in the wind, so rough and bold

For the  mystical we do not seek
We are affected by the lost  we meet
A  homeless woman shone in bitter  cold
Trembling  in the wind, her  love,her gold